by D. R. Bailey
It took seconds for her to climax and as she was doing so, she moved the rabbit down to touch Eve between her legs.
“Oh God… Oh… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… ohh,” Eve shouted as a second wave hit her, “Oh please… oh God… I can’t… oh…oh… ohh.”
Bernadette turned off the vibrator at last and lay down beside her fiancée.
“Was it to your liking?” she said softly.
“Yes, fuck, yes though you really are a bitch when you want to be,” Eve said smiling.
“Isn’t that the point?”
“Yes, very much so, darling. I loved every minute of it and now you’ve worn me out.”
“Shall I untie you?”
“In a little while, just hold me, darling, please.”
“OK.” Bernadette lay on top of Eve and put her arms behind Eve’s back to hold her close.
“I love you, you beautiful girl,” Bernadette whispered.
“I love you too.”
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Later that night when the dishes were put away, and they had gone to bed, Bernadette lay in the darkness holding her love.
“That was so good, tonight, my honey,” Eve murmured.
“Was it? I’m glad.”
“I’m glad too, you are so understanding of my needs.”
“I love you. Of course, I would be understanding.”
“Everyone isn’t like you.”
“Aren’t they?”
“No, why do you think I had to go and pay to be tied up,” Eve laughed.
“I never want you to feel you have to do anything like that again. Go somewhere else, I mean.”
“I won’t,” said Eve turned around and kissing her softly.
“I can still feel your ridges,” said Bernadette, running her hand along the indentations the rope had made on Eve’s skin.
Eve liked them, and said they were the marks of love. They would have faded by the morning.
“Was I assertive enough?” Bernadette asked her softly.
“Yes.”
“I try my best.”
“You do it very well.”
“Imogen says I would make a good dominatrix,” Bernadette chuckled.
“Oh, but you would.”
“Would I?”
“The best.”
“I’m only a dominatrix for you,” Bernadette whispered, “Only you.”
“And in the courtroom.”
“That’s different, it’s work, and this is pleasure.”
“See, I knew you liked it,” Eve giggled.
“More than I realised.”
“Do you like this?” Eve’s fingers were teasing Bernadette’s nipples.
“Yes, but I thought you said I wore you out.”
“Well, now I’m all horny again.”
“Is that so?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“And what are you going to do about it… oh… fuck… Eve… oh… God…”
Chapter Five
The weekend began with a training session for Eve and Bernadette. Once Eve put on her personal trainer persona, she became far more assertive than Bernadette in full flow. They went for a five-kilometre run and then finished off with various aerobic exercises.
“Jesus, you are still killing me with this stuff,” said Bernadette drenched in sweat and gratefully accepting the glass of water she was offered.
“It’s good for you and if we don’t do it then you are going to be back on a diet, honey,” Eve said smiling.
“I certainly don’t want that!” said Bernadette with feeling. She had not enjoyed watching her weight so much, although Eve had made sure she had very filling and nutritious meals. They had also been exercising every day to start with at that point. Now they were keeping it up for maintenance, and Eve still made her watch what she ate. Bernadette was, to be fair, more conscious of portion size and they had limited their alcohol intake which wasn’t a bad thing either, she felt. Far too much wine had been consumed in the past, and now her wine cellar was more modest and lasted longer.
“No, so we have to do this at least three times a week.”
“I know,” Bernadette sighed.
“Let’s have a shower, eat a proper breakfast, and then I guess we are going to D’Arcy’s?”
“Yes, we are, because we promised and Imogen will be upset if we don’t go, and so will D’Arcy.”
“Oh, I want to go, we can swim, use the gym, we’ll do some martial arts, and D’Arcy will give us delicious food, what’s not to like.”
“I’m quite looking forward to it myself, to be honest.” This was quite an admission, Bernadette realised.
“You didn’t use to relish going there,” Eve said as they went upstairs.
“It’s true, but then D’Arcy has grown on me I suppose,” Bernadette sighed.
“Take your clothes off,” said Eve once they were in the bathroom.
“So assertive.”
“Wait until I get you under the shower.”
“Mmm, is that a promise?”
“You better believe it.”
They kissed lightly and then began to undress.
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They arrived at D’Arcy’s in time for lunch, driving in through the iron gates which opened automatically for them now they were a known quantity to the bodyguards who kept tabs on D’Arcy’s security.
A high stone wall with spikes on top of it surrounded D’Arcy’s property. There was a sweeping curved cobbled driveway, and to the left a well-kept lawn. On the right a low wall retained a series of terraces with ornamental conifers and low hedges, behind that were some taller evergreens.
At end of the driveway was an expanse of cobbled stones with a circular stone fountain in the centre and low box hedging. There were formal gardens to the left and right. The imposing mansion made of stone rose up in a wing shape. There was also a separate L shaped garage and cottages for the security guards and other staff.
D’Arcy who had no doubt seen them from the window ran lightly down the front path barefoot, wearing a light sunny yellow summery dress with embroidered patterns, and thin straps at the shoulders. She flung herself into Bernadette’s arms like a mini dynamo.
“Oh, darling, so lovely to see you,” she said breathlessly giving her a kiss on the lips.
Now she had permission from Imogen, she felt able to express herself in her inimitable fashion.
“Hello, D’Arcy, it’s lovely to be here,” Bernadette laughed. She was also wearing a flowery cream dress with shoestring straps and flip-flops. Eve was wearing a similar style in green and flip-flops to match.
She was given the same treatment, although perhaps the kiss might have lingered longer than needed. “God, Eve, darling, you have such soft lips,” D’Arcy said appreciatively.
“She really does,” Bernadette agreed, unable to be the least bit jealous of this blonde bombshell. She had found that one simply had to accept D’Arcy as she was, or not accept her at all.
They brought their bags and followed D’Arcy back to the house. Imogen had been standing watching the proceedings under the portico on the paved area. She was wearing a purple sundress which set off her flowing red hair nicely and she was also not wearing shoes. Once inside Bernadette and Eve followed suit kicking off their flipflops and following D’Arcy up the curving staircase which was part of the large and very high atrium which comprised the hallway. They dumped the bags in their room, and lunch consisting of Tuna niçoise, and buttered baguettes followed.
The conversation flowed freely over the latest case, Eve’s pictures and D’Arcy’s latest movie prospects. Over the course of the afternoon, they swam, used the jacuzzi, the gym, and Eve did some martial arts practice on the lawn with them. In her usual style, D’Arcy had naturally acquired Karategi the traditional martial arts clothes for them all but in black which she said was much more fetching. They learned some self-defence moves accompanied by great hilarity.
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bsp; “Can we do some more of those martial arts thingies tomorrow?” asked D’Arcy as they lingered over a dinner of coq au vin, served with rice, and salad. Her chef had prepared the repast which they all told her was delicious. She had opened a bottle of Frascati which was one of Bernadette’s favourites.
“If you like,” Eve replied.
Bernadette addressed herself to the food, which she was enjoying immensely and listened to the pair of them with interest.
“And when are you going to draw me again, Eve?” D’Arcy pouted.
Eve had done several drawings of D’Arcy for her exhibition which were nudes and had sold for quite sizeable sums.
“I didn’t bring my materials, D’Arcy, but next time,” Eve told her.
“She’s doing spanking pictures now,” said Imogen.
Bernadette giggled at this, which was typical of Imogen’s bluntness.
“What?” D’Arcy coloured slightly hearing this. She was no prude, but Bernadette suspected it was close to the mark in terms of her sexual tastes since she and Imogen had got together.
“They are NOT, Imogen, they are metaphors, and they have some flagellation in them but that’s an analogy,” Eve laughed.
“Well, OK,” said Imogen in a tone which didn’t quite sound as if she believed her.
“Hmm, flagellation… well… in that case…” D’Arcy said speculatively. It seemed as if she was perhaps considering the idea.
“No,” said Imogen firmly.
“But you were in that picture with the whip and everything,” said D’Arcy with another pout.
“That’s different.”
“I don’t see how…”
Imogen gave her a quelling look and D’Arcy subsided. This was not lost on Bernadette nor Eve. Imogen was still the boss of this relationship, that much was clear. She may have curbed her jealousy, but she was still very assertive towards D’Arcy when she wanted to be. However, D’Arcy didn’t seem to mind. In fact, according to Imogen, she liked it.
Although, Bernadette couldn’t help but think it was prudent for D’Arcy not to be involved in those types of pictures, since the press would pick up on any kind of fetish style art involving D’Arcy.
“It wouldn’t be good for your image, darling, don’t you think?” said Bernadette coming to the rescue.
“Oh, yes I see, perhaps you are right,” said D’Arcy. Her image was everything, and she had been very much pilloried in the media in the past. Her past had been thoroughly exposed to the press including the invented and exaggerated parts of it. Her agent had impressed upon her the importance of keeping her private life as private as she could. She was certainly trying harder to do so. Once bitten twice shy, and the court case had cost her dearly in terms of her state of mind.
“That’s what I meant, honey,” said Imogen reaching over and squeezing D’Arcy’s hand.
“You’re so strict,” D’Arcy whispered.
“Because you want it,” Imogen whispered back.
The exchange though said in undertones was heard by both Bernadette and Eve, although, they pretended they hadn’t.
“So, anyway,” said D’Arcy moving on from this topic, “When are you and Eve going to get married?”
This wasn’t necessarily a topic Bernadette wanted to discuss, but it was no surprise D’Arcy brought it up. She loved to get involved and run other people’s lives if she could.
“We haven’t set a date,” said Bernadette sliding a glance at Eve.
“But why? I mean, we want to get married very soon. Don’t we, honey?” D’Arcy looked at Imogen.
“Yes, we do,” Imogen assured her with a smile.
“And you two were first, so you should get married before us,” D’Arcy continued.
Bernadette sighed inwardly, what D’Arcy said was true and she just wasn’t confronting it at all. She opted for prevarication knowing full well this would probably not wash with D’Arcy at all.
“I know, we’ve got to think of a venue, who to invite, things like that, get a dress.”
“Oh, my goodness but you could get married here,” said D’Arcy immediately, clapping her hands.
“We could, I guess…” said Bernadette who had not really considered the idea.
“I think it’s a good idea,” Eve put in.
“You do?” Bernadette said surprised.
This was unexpected and perhaps it signalled to her Eve was keen to finish the job.
“Yes, why not, we got engaged here. Maybe it would be a good idea.”
D’Arcy immediately interpreted this as assent from them both.
“Right,” said D’Arcy, “That’s settled now you two just think of a date and we can make all the arrangements.”
There was something about the way D’Arcy said ‘we’ which made Bernadette feel as if all the arrangements would suddenly slip from her grasp as D’Arcy took over. She forbore the say anything at this juncture and she didn’t want to upset her friend. Though, in some ways, she wanted to do the arrangements, in another way she wasn’t getting on with it. Perhaps it might be a good thing, she mused.
“Yes, we’ll discuss it for sure,” said Eve with a smile.
“Then once you’ve tied the knot, Imogen and I can go next, and that will be such fun! I have such great ideas for our wedding,” said D’Arcy happily.
Bernadette wondered what Imogen would think of this, and indeed whether her family had been spoken to. They would no doubt be aware now from the media attention. She resolved to quiz her about it at the next opportunity. There was a point where Imogen had not told her family she was gay. Imogen had been very reluctant to broach it with them. They hadn’t talked about it again. Imogen had not mentioned it to Bernadette since, but surely, her family would know by now. In a way, she and Eve were Imogen’s family now, in any case.
They finished the main course by the time the discussion about weddings was over, and there was a cheesecake to follow with coffee. Afterwards, they repaired to D’Arcy’s movie room, which she had set up with a big screen and comfortable seats to watch one of her movies together. This had been Imogen’s idea. She was very proud of D’Arcy and in fact, D’Arcy was a very fine actress when given the opportunity and a role to shine in. They all pronounced the movie fantastic and D’Arcy was duly gratified with their praise.
After the movie, they repaired to their respective bedrooms. D’Arcy and Imogen had a bedroom a few doors along the hallway from them. Their room was nicely appointed, and they had stayed in it before. D’Arcy was a very tasteful decorator and not too ostentatious in spite of her wealth. The room had a four-poster bed, windows facing out to the front, and comfortable chairs. They also had an en-suite bathroom with a rain shower and jacuzzi bath. The colour theme was yellows, oranges and golds. The bed had crisp white linen, and the floor, like most of those, were polished wood.
Bernadette stripped off her clothes and put on a short black satin classic nightdress with shoestring straps and advanced on Eve. Eve wore a similar styled maroon one but with a lacy front. Wordlessly Bernadette began to kiss her and was about to move the activities to the bed, when Eve pulled away.
“Listen,” she whispered.
“What?” said Bernadette who was feeling exceptionally frisky and was running her hands under Eve’s nightgown.
“That, can’t you hear it?”
“Babe!” Bernadette protested as Eve tiptoed to the door to their room and eased it open a crack. She beckoned to Bernadette. “What?”
“Come here, listen.”
Bernadette did so and as she neared the door there was the unmistakable sound of a leather paddle on bare skin, making a very audible smack in rhythmic repetition.
“Fuck!” said Bernadette and moved to close the door.
“Don’t, I want to hear,” said Eve her eyes suddenly bright with anticipation.
Bernadette listened again and through the stillness of the corridor they could make out both Imogen’s and D’Arcy
’s voice in between the smacking noises.
“This smack is to teach you smack to behave smack do you understand smack…” Imogen was saying.
The smacks were punctuated by little gasps and squeals from D’Arcy.
“You’ve smack been asking for this smack all week smack and now you’re getting smack a well-deserved smack spanking…”
“Oh… oh God… Imogen… darling… ow… yes… oh… I have… ow… ow… oh my God… ow… I’m so sorry… darling… ow… I deserve it… ow… yes I do… ow…” D’Arcy was saying.
Bernadette who had been intent on listening to this performance with a slow smile playing on her lips suddenly turned her head back to Eve. To her surprise, Eve was pressed against the wall next to the door, with her head laid back and her hand moving quickly between her legs. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip listening intently to the sounds.
Wordlessly, Bernadette pressed against her, and gently removed Eve’s hand replacing it with hers. If Eve was going to get off on this then she was going to be the one getting her off. They continued to listen to the now very audible spanking while Eve got closer and closer to her climax. Suddenly she squeezed legs tightly, shuddered and moaned quietly though it was clear she was suppressing the desire to turn up the volume.
“Oh… honey… honey… honey…” Eve breathed, pushing up on her toes tensing her muscles.
As she relaxed, Bernadette kissed her now fully aroused and almost rampant with desire herself. She shut the door quietly and led Eve to the bed. She lay back, opened her legs by way of invitation but Eve needed no second bidding and set to work with her silver tongue.
“Oh… fuck… my God… Eve… what you do… oh… oh my God… Eve… oh… fuck…” Bernadette cried out unable to stop herself, “Oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… ohh.” Lost in the sensations of her fiancée’s tongue she rapidly approached her climax exceptionally noisily, until the wave broke, and she cried out her voice echoing around the room, “Oh… Eve… oh… God... Eve… ohh.”
It took some time to come down from the endorphin high but finally she slid under the covers. Eve stood up and went to listen again, but Imogen had obviously finished her chastisement of D’Arcy.